| Am I still living like the ghost of somebody else? |
| A prisoner in my skin |
| I'm so haunted by the image I see of myself |
| Conforming under the pressure |
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| I've been holding on for far too long |
| I'm facing my demons yet I'm hating myself |
| It's so hard to admit when we need help |
| Detached from reality, we lie to ourselves |
| It's so hard to admit when we need help |
| So compromised and vulnerable to a disease that tears at the seams |
| Invisible to the eye, God, I'm forever falling behind |
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| Why am I still living like the ghost of somebody else? |
| A prisoner in my skin, I'm so haunted by the image I see of myself |
| Conforming under the pressure |
| We are helpless alone, staying isolated |
| We are helpless alone |
| This pride will become the death of me |
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| My masculinity over my mental health |
| Suppressed emotions step into my personal hell |
| Consumed by the tide, I'm grasping for a lifeline |
| We all struggle to keep our pride in line |
| The warning signs aren't always crystal clear |
| It's not easy putting ourselves together down here |
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| Reach my hands towards the surface |
| Searching for hope when I don't deserve it |
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| Why am I still living like the ghost of somebody else? |
| A prisoner in my skin, I'm so haunted by the image I see of myself |
| Conforming under the pressure |
| We are helpless alone, staying isolated |
| We are helpless alone |
| This pride will become the death of me |
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| Defeated in the wake, Lord, I'm swallowed whole |
| I accept my mistakes, I surrender control |
| Beneath the waves, God, I see your face |
| Wash over me and renew my faith |
| I will find solace, fulfill your promise, I am free |
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